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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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Ahn Seora was greatly flustered.
Had her heart ever pounded so violently when seeing someone of the opposite sex in her life? She could feel the heat rising in her body and her face flushing.
Could it be that she had a preference for married men…?
‘No, no! That’s not it!’
Ahn Seora vehemently denied the thought that suddenly came to mind.
A preference for married men, of all things. Absolutely impossible. She must never, ever let that be true.
‘Absolutely not. I didn’t even know he was Cheol-jin’s father to begin with.’
The excitement she felt was before she knew the man in the photo was married. So, no count. The source of this excitement had nothing to do with him being a married man.
‘It’s just that his bone structure and muscle shape are to my liking… No, that’s just as perverted, isn’t it?’
While it was better than having a preference for married men, a preference for bone and muscle structure was by no means ordinary either.
‘Was I this much of a muscle pervert?’
Naturally, Ahn Seora was somewhat aware of her own preferences. How could she not know when her eyes would light up at the sight of bone and muscle, whether it was a man or a woman?
However, until just now, she had considered it merely a matter of preference, not a sexual orientation.
Thump-thump.
Her heart pounded fiercely. The heat that had risen simply wouldn’t subside. No, it seemed her blood was circulating faster and faster.
This feeling, which she had never experienced before, felt strange.
It wasn’t even like this when she relieved herself alone.
In contrast to Kang Cheol-jin’s body, which was relaxing comfortably, Ahn Seora’s body became increasingly tense. It was because her lower abdomen was unbearably ticklish. She regretted wearing leggings today of all days.
Soon, Ahn Seora got off Kang Cheol-jin’s hips. It was to correct her constantly tensing posture.
Sitting next to the mat, she subtly touched her lower body as if to wipe it.
“…”
Fortunately, nothing was smeared on her fingers. It seemed it hadn’t reached the point of staining yet.
Ahn Seora felt both bewilderment and self-loathing at this feeling she had never experienced before. Even if she had found the ideal bone and muscle structure, what kind of situation was this, to be aroused by a married man?
But wait a moment.
Was this truly the first time she had felt such emotions?
“…Cheol-jin, are you asleep?”
“…”
There was no reply.
Only a soft, steady breathing sound filled the air.
Ahn Seora was recalling something that had happened once before. The first time she had touched a man’s ‘thing.’ Her heart had pounded back then, just as it was now.
Thinking about it, it was true.
Her gaze had first gone not to the married man she had never met, but to Kang Cheol-jin, who was right in front of her.
Why had she wanted Kang Cheol-jin to enter a competition in the first place?
‘Because I wanted to see.’
She wanted to confirm the muscles hidden beneath the fat. And why did she want to confirm them? Because Kang Cheol-jin’s exposed physique was close to her ideal type.
At the time, she hadn’t fully realized it. It was because his body fat percentage was high, so there was no way to confirm the detailed shape of his muscles. She had merely felt it instinctively and harbored a vague, almost obsessive, desire.
…But she had just confirmed it.
The ideal muscle shape she had only dreamed of.
Just as appearance is inherited, muscles are also largely inherited. From the body type, known as somatotype, to the location of muscle attachment points, the distribution and length of muscle fibers, and even the distribution of skin and subcutaneous fat.
‘If Cheol-jin builds his body properly, he could be even more like that…’
It might even be that he would align even more closely with her ideal type.
The only part of Kang Cheol-jin’s father that she had seen was his front. Even then, his abs were an eight-pack, not a six-pack, which was slightly off from her preference. Yet, her heart was pounding this much; what if Kang Cheol-jin built his body properly?
Just imagining it made her lower abdomen tingle.
Rub, rub.
Ahn Seora’s hand gestures, as she continued the massage, subtly changed without her even realizing it. It was more akin to caressing than kneading muscles.
After tracing the trapezius and deltoids, her hands moved to the scapula below.
The infraspinatus, teres minor, teres major, and rhomboids located near the scapula.
Then, further down, the latissimus dorsi and erector spinae.
Ahn Seora’s hands moved progressively lower.
The gluteus medius and gluteus maximus of the buttocks.
The vastus lateralis, hamstrings, and biceps femoris of the thigh.
Even the semimembranosus and semitendinosus located further inside.
Ahn Seora’s hands, having explored the inner thigh, soon reached the calves, deeply feeling the gastrocnemius, composed of the lateral and medial heads. Of course, she didn’t leave out the soleus below it either.
‘His calves are thick too…’
Haaah- A heated breath escaped her quietly.
Ahn Seora liked all the muscles in the body, but there were a few areas she paid particular attention to.
These were the pectoralis major, latissimus dorsi, quadriceps, biceps femoris, and the gastrocnemius of the calves. She especially found it sexy when the calves split into a heart shape.
While Kang Cheol-jin’s calves weren’t yet clearly split into a heart shape, there was a high possibility that they would become so in the future.
In fact, heart-shaped calves are a divisive feature. Most women, in particular, detested calves with prominent muscle definition.
However, for some, it’s an area that cannot be achieved even with a lifetime of exercise. Ahn Seora herself had failed in her attempt to create heart-shaped calves, despite her efforts. It was simply a part of the body where volume could not be easily increased or decreased.
Finally, Ahn Seora had traced the entire posterior chain, from the trapezius to the soleus. Her gaze slowly moved upwards again, from bottom to top.
Her gaze stopped at the wide shorts. Her eyes were fixed on the inner thigh visible through the wide leg opening.
‘Oh, I shouldn’t…’
Contrary to her thoughts, her hand was already moving towards that spot. Soon, a sensation she had felt before was grasped in her hand.
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Another six days passed.
After much deliberation, I made a decision.
– President, I’d like to participate in the cosplay activity and concept profile. Sorry for telling you late.
= Okay. Got it!
= Oh, Cheol-jin! It’s not good to call me “President”!
– ?
= Call me “noona.” Noona is good.
– Understood.
To participate in the cosplay activity, a costume was needed. And since Han Saebyeok was making the costumes herself, it was necessary to quickly decide on participation and the character.
‘Should I choose Zorro as my cosplay character?’
After all, isn’t the coolest character in One Piece Roronoa Zorro, who uses three swords?
I imagined myself shirtless, holding three swords, and let out a sloppy chuckle.
‘If I’m going shirtless, I’ll have to work out really hard, right?’
Pecs bam! Six-pack bam!
I want to do a photoshoot shirtless like that. Looking at my current body, I wonder if that’s even possible, but it wasn’t an impossible goal.
Seora noona said.
She said that three months would be enough for a body profile at the level of an average person.
Of course, she said I’d have to combine it with incredibly intense workouts and diet, but… I don’t think there’s anything I can’t do for an awesome concept profile. The motivation is clear, so I’m already overflowing with enthusiasm.
However, there was one problem.
I was afraid of receiving PT from Seora noona these days.
It wasn’t that the workout was too intense that I was afraid. I had already prepared myself for that to some extent.
Then what was I afraid of?
…I was afraid I would lose control.
‘This is the third time.’
During the massage after PT, Seora noona suddenly started touching my dick. I desperately pretended to be asleep and endured, but I was slowly reaching my limit. I was afraid I might lose control and pounce on her.
She had clearly touched it once and then stopped, so why did she start touching it again? Including the previous times, she had touched my dick three times already.
‘I have PT tomorrow too, what should I do?’
Would I be able to pretend to be asleep and endure tomorrow as well?
“Ugh, let’s think about it tomorrow.”
To work out from dawn, I needed to sleep early.
I forced myself to sleep.
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And the next day.
After doing cardio by running by the stream, finishing weight training at the gym, and coming down to the stretching room for the massage.
“Cheol-jin… are you asleep?”
“…”
When I didn’t reply,
Squeeze, squeeze.
Today, too, Seora noona began her naughty deeds. Her hand, which had been massaging my body for a while, pushed aside my shorts and moved to my inner thigh.
Stiff.
My dick gradually swelled in noona’s hand. And noona carefully caressed my hardened dick.
‘Should I have just said I wasn’t asleep?’
Last week, I really was asleep and woke up in the middle, but… honestly, if I didn’t like Seora noona touching me, I could just act like I wasn’t asleep. Noona always checked if I was sleeping.
But today, I also pretended to be asleep. Honestly, how could I dislike a pretty woman like Seora noona gently touching my dick? It was just hard to hold onto the thread of reason.
And so, today too, I barely maintained my balance between reason and desire, continuing to pretend to be asleep…
“…Cheol-jin, you’re awake, aren’t you?”
Seora noona broke our unspoken agreement.
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